Rain misting on the inside of a
Broken bell….
Wolf tracks leading us out of our fear…
A bruised light in the waterless jars….
We traverse…
You in your coat made of
Trembling feathers….
For the raven that awoke me….
11/26/19
Rain misting on the inside of a
Broken bell….
Wolf tracks leading us out of our fear…
A bruised light in the waterless jars….
We traverse…
You in your coat made of
Trembling feathers….
For the raven that awoke me….
11/26/19